Naveed Khalid

The Angelus - Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of bewitching looks to my mind still her beauty's face, That in melting snow to a vanished eye in winter cold, Me thought fair by fair means foul, flawed in e'erythingBefore the sun this world, would reflect not in the mirror; Nor forsaken love to profane thee I prove my faults moreThan a rose in whose blood oft I my words hath spilled, Wandered away from where you first cast thy iron-poker: The drop of vintage alone hastens me to my bed in the morn, Can but visualize the unforeseen through e'eryday happenings, Thy age-old monument remains confounded in Beulah's night, A bunch of stars to collect by the sea at the gallows of thy feet.